Thursday, November 09, 2006

I've written before of my love of cowboy boots. And while this article in today's Times by Alex Kuczynski has little to nothing to with food (though margaritas are mentioned) it's a fun look at what happens when a New Yorker goes to Austin and decides to buy cowboy boots. In the words of the writer, cowboy boots are "as comfortable as sneakers but as glamorous as stilettos." Heck, yeah, sister--that's why I've been wearing them for years. She also mentiones there is a dispute between Kansas and Texas over who invented the cowboy boot. Who knew? But since we all know where you can find the better bbq, if they want to lay claim to inventing cowboy boots I think we can give them that small crumb. That said, I've never heard anyone wax poetic about making a pilgrimage to Kansas to buy boots. I'm just saying....

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My husband would applaud you for wearing cowboy boots. He wears them five days a week to work, but I make him take them off on the weekends. It's like pulling teeth. That man loves those things. I hate the noise they make on my floors so I put my foot down (while wearing socks).

Hey Lisa - I think I could make both you and Alex proud... I bought a pair of vintage Frye boots at a thrift store in Chicagoland 2 years ago. For. Three. Bucks. Lucky find in an understatment; believe me when I tell you that my clodhoppers do generally not jive with vintage shoe sizing. They are my prized possession.

Lisa, I have one pair of cowboy boots. They are wildly comfortable (pun intended) and in this city, I can walk all day wearing them. Ariat's the name, and love them... cushioned insoles, rubber soles for the city streets. I like the beat-up dusty look of them even though they're only 1 year old. Technically I guess they're a city-slicker boot but since I'm not roping any cattle in Manhattan, they'll do. Here's the pair I have, http://www.ariat.com/products_detail.aspx?pcid=9&cid=2&scid=20&pid=190

They are amazingly comfortable things.. I had my boots for 13 years... I moved to England... they needed resoling. And I can't find anyone here who will fix em for me. Country doesnt exist over here. Sigh. I almost want to cry every time i see them sitting in my closet. It is amazing the memories a pair of boots can have.